Frances Fisher aufgeführt in der Rolle von...
Ruth Dewitt Bukater
- Ruth: [with other passengers in line behind her] Will the lifeboats be seated according to class? I hope they're not too crowded.
- Rose: Oh mother, shut up! Don't you understand? The water is freezing and there aren't enough boats. Not enough by half. Half the people on this ship are going to die.
- Cal Hockley: Not the better half.
- Molly Brown: Come on Ruth, get in the boat. First-class seats are right up here.
- Cal Hockley: You know, it's a pity I didn't keep that drawing. It'll be worth a lot more by morning.
- Rose: You unimaginable bastard!
- [Jack is teaching Rose how to spit]
- Rose: Mother! May I introduce Jack Dawson?
- Ruth: Charmed, I'm sure.
- [Old Rose, voice in off]
- Old Rose: The others were gracious and curious about the man who had saved my life. But my mother looked at him like an insect. A dangerous insect, which must be squashed quickly.
- Molly Brown: [to the group who are dining at the same table] Hey, uh, who thought of the name Titanic? Was it you, Bruce?
- Ismay: Yes, actually. I wanted to convey sheer size, and size means stability, luxury, and above all, strength.
- Rose: Do you know of Dr. Freud, Mr. Ismay? His ideas about the male preoccupation with size might be of particular interest to you.
- Ruth: [whispering] What's gotten into you?
- Rose: Excuse me.
- [She rises and leaves]
- Ruth: I do apologize.
- Molly Brown: She's a pistol, Cal! Hope you can handle her.
- Cal Hockley: Well, I may have to start minding what she reads from now on, won't I, Mrs. Brown?
- Ismay: Freud? Who is he? Is he a passenger?
- Ruth: So this is the ship they say is unsinkable.
- Cal Hockley: It is unsinkable. God himself could not sink this ship!
- Ruth: Tell us of the accomodations in steerage, Mr. Dawson. I hear they're quite good on the ship.
- Jack: The best I've seen, Ma'am. Hardly any rats.
- [laughter from the table]
- Cal Hockley: Mr. Dawson is joining us from the Third Class. He was of some assistance to my fiancée last night.
- Rose: It turns out that Mr. Dawson is quite a fine artist. He was kind enough to show me some of us work today.
- Cal Hockley: Rose and I differ somewhat in our opinion of fine art...
- [to Jack]
- Cal Hockley: Not to impune you work, sir.
- Jack: [Jack shrugs it off as no offense; Jack looks down at his utensils, confused as which to use, he turns to Molly Brown] Are these all for me?
- Molly Brown: Just start from the outside and work your way in.
- Ismay: He has every rivet in it, don't you, Thomas?
- Rose: Your ship is a wonder, Mr. Andrews, truly.
- Thomas Andrews: Thank you, Rose.
- Waiter: [to Jack] How do you take your caviar, sir?
- Jack: No caviar for me, thanks. Never did like it much.
- Ruth: And where exactly do you live, Mr. Dawson?
- Jack: Well, right now, my address is the RMS Titanic, after that, I'm on God's good humor.
- Ruth: And how is it you have means to travel?
- Jack: I work my way from place to place, you know, tramp steamers and such, but I won my ticket on Titanic here in a lucky hand of poker, a very lucky hand.
- Col. Archibald Gracie: All life is a game of luck.
- Cal Hockley: A real man makes his own luck, Archie. Right, Dawson.
- Jack: Mm-hmm.
- Ruth: And you find that sort of rootless existence appealing, do you?
- Jack: Well, yes, ma'am, I do. I mean, I've got everything I need right here with me. I've got air in my lungs and a few blank sheets of paper. I mean, I love waking up in the morning not knowing what's going to happen or...
- [Eating of piece of bread]
- Jack: ... Who I'm gonna meet, where I'm gonna wind up. Just the other night, I was sleeping under a bridge and now, here I am on the grandest ship in the world having champagne with you fine people.
- [to the waiter]
- Jack: I'll take some more of that.
- [Back to the table]
- Jack: I figured life's a gift and I don't intend on wasting it. You never know what hand you're gonna get dealt next. You learn to take life as it comes at you.
- [Seeing Cal getting ready to light up a cigarette, he throws Cal his lighter]
- Jack: Here you go, Cal.
- [Back to the table]
- Jack: To make each day count.
- Molly Brown: Well said, Jack.
- Col. Archibald Gracie: Here, here.
- Rose: [Raising her glass for a toast] To making it count.
- [the table joins in on the toast]
- Ruth: [Trudy is lacing up the back of Rose's corset, as Ruth enters with a stern look on her face] Tea, Trudy.
- Trudy Bolt: Yes, ma'am.
- [Trudy leaves, Ruth takes over with Rose's corset]
- Ruth: You are not to see that boy again, do you understand me?
- [Rose doesn't respond, Ruth yanks hard on the laces]
- Ruth: Rose?
- [Rose again doesn't answer]
- Ruth: I forbid it.
- Rose: Oh, stop it, Mother. You'll give yourself a nose bleed.
- Ruth: [spins Rose around to face her] This is not a game. Our situation is precarious. You know the money's gone.
- Rose: Of course I know it's gone. You remind me every day.
- Ruth: Your father left us nothing but a legacy of bad debts hidden by a good name. That name is the only card we have to play.
- [beat]
- Ruth: I don't understand you... it is a fine match with Hockley. It will ensure our survival!
- Rose: How can you put this on my shoulders?
- Ruth: Why are you being so selfish?
- Rose: I'M being selfish?
- Ruth: Do you want to see me working as a seamstress? Is that what you want? To see our fine things sold at auction? Our memories scattered to the wind?
- [turns away with her voice breaking]
- Rose: [sighs] It's so unfair.
- Ruth: Of course it's unfair. We're women. Our choices are never easy.
- [she kisses Rose on the cheek, Rose turns back around and Ruth continues to lace her corset]
- Molly Brown: Come on, Rose, darling. There's plenty of room for you. Come on, Rose. You're next, darling.
- Ruth: Come into the boat, Rose.
- [Rose shakes her head and steps back]
- Cal Hockley: Come.
- Ruth: Rose, get into the boat! Rose?
- Rose: Goodbye, Mother.